The   Train   Is    A    Dashing   Arrow 
 Over              The               Sea. 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 Look   Closer   -   It'S    Not   Water. 
                                    
                                  
                                    
 The Lowland  Which Was  Once The Midriff 
 Of  Sweden.  The  Salt  Flats  Span  For 
 Hundreds Of  Miles. From  A  Narrow Line 
 Of  Hills The Train Lowers  Itself  Onto 
 The Crystals  And  Shoots  North, Like A 
 Syringe       Into       A       Baloon. 
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                  
 They Call It  The  "Mandelbrot  Crater", 
 And It Is The Rest Of A Mining Disaster. 
                                    
                                   
                                    
 Sun Hits  The  Four-Railed Track,  As It 
 Fractures  Into Villages  Or  Past Them. 
 The People  Here  Are  Pale  But  Crisp, 
 Reflections   Of   Some   Other    World 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 They Always Seem A  Bit Annoyed That You 
 Are  Manifesting   Them   Into  Physical 
 Form. Like  If  You  Weren'T  Here, They 
 Would  Be  Nothing  More  Than  The  Sun 
 Against           The           Platform